There were fields of flowers and vegetation wherever Nyx could see, lands of beautiful color and a sky that seemed so blue, you could drown in the deepness. A twig snapped behind her, causing the redhead to whirl around, coming face to face with another redhead; her mother.
Jocelyn Fairchild looked young, younger than Nyx had remembered, and in her arms, were too babies wrapped in pastel colored blankets, one in blue and the other purple. Jocelyn didn't seem to notice Nyx as she hummed a song that was vaguely familiar to Nyx and looked at the flowers, turning her body to show the babies a clear view of nature's purest work.
"Mom," Nyx called out, a hopeful smile blossoming on her face, only to slowly slide off as her mother didn't even turn her head. Nyx walked forward and reached out a hand, only for it to go through her mother, almost as if Nyx wasn't even there.
"Mom," Nyx's voice broke, her steel facade crumbling at the thought of her mother, so close yet so far away.
"Phoenyx," Jocelyn said in a loving voice. Nyx turned to her in surprise, getting her hopes up again, but that too was crushed, as her mother looked down at the baby wrapped in purple, their identical green-blue eyes meeting. "You've always liked purple coneflowers." Jocelyn plucked said flower and held it close to the baby's face, ticketing her delicate face with the soft, purple petals.
That baby in her arms, that was Nyx, a younger- much, much younger- version of Nyx. But how can a person be able to access their first memories as a mere baby? It was impossible. However, considering the world Nyx had come to know, nothing seemed impossible anymore. If that was Nyx, then who was the baby in blue? Her silent question was then answered by her mom.
"You're twin, though, he always liked poppies and black-eyed suzans. Isn't that right, Jonathan?" Jocelyn chuckled, plucking the two flowers that Nyx's twin brother liked.
"Twin?" Nyx breathed out, now remembering what her mother said the first time she found out about the Shadow World. She reached out a hand to touch his forehead, a shaky breath escaping her as she tried to keep her emotions in when he hand fazed right through him. Her eyes closed and her fists clenched, cursing herself for being so weak. She was not her sister.
A gasp emerging from her mother caused her to open her eyes, just in time to see the plucked poppy flower turn to ash between the two babies' tiny fingers. Jonathan's eyes were pure inky black, whilst Nyx's were a flickering white and grey. Jocelyn immediatly turned and started to trek back to where she came from, a panicked expression stuck to her paled face.
Baby Nyx held out her tiny arm to run her fingers through the plants, and when she did, she left a trail of death in her wake.
Nyx woke up with a start, her eyes snapping open as a sharp gasp escaped her throat. She expected bright synthetic lights to blind her temporarily, but that never happened, if anything, she had to squint to see through the thick darkness. She attempted to sit up, to move, but she found herself unable to. Instead, the sound of metal clanging against metal was heard, and that was when Nyx felt the cuffs that were secured around her wrists and feet- she was shackled to the metal table she lied in.
"You have got to be kidding me," Nyx groaned as she tried to move her body up to look around and survey her surrounding to see if she could recognize where she was. She fell back against the cold metal surface with a grunt when her side burned in pain, the pain resembling that of glass shards lodging into an open wound that just got barbecued.
"You're dead, Lightwood," she cursed under her breath and called to her training, recalling what to do when she was in a situation similar to this. A couple of minutes later and a number of ruined fingernails, the cuff wrapped around her right wrist clicked open. "That's more like it," she murmured with a faint smile as she worked on the rest of the cuffs until she was able to sit up, rubbing the bruises that started to form on her pale skin.
Nyx stood up, her hand pressing against her burning wound, feeling a wetness develop. Blood. Great. Her eyes adjusted to the darkness, allowing her to make out an outline of a doorway, her only way out of this place. She carefully and silently walked to towards the door and found the handle, then turned it, a barely audible click sounding- unlocked. The hallway she was met with was dimly lit, but it provided enough light to guide her through the without stumbling as she ran, as silent as a shadow. She heard voices coming from around the corner, so she stopped and took a peek, careful not to let herself be seen. What she saw wasn't comforting; tons of Shadowhunters stood on either side of the new hallways, and it would be foolish to try to fight her way out, especially in her condition, so she turned around to head back and change directions, expect she smacked into a chest. Looking up, her eyes widened in surprise, shock and panic.
"Valentine," Nyx breathed out, taking a step back. If he wanted to fight, there was no guarantee that she would win because she was still weak from the stab wound and blood loss.
"Phoenyx, or Nyx, whichever name you're calling yourself, I see you're awake and out of your room," he smiled viscously, his pitch black eyes glinting with malice. "I'm impressed. You didn't take half as much time as I thought you'd need to get yourself free."
"Where am I?" Nyx asked in a guarded tone, never have been this close to Valentine before- never been this close to her biological father before.
"My lair," Valentine answered simply, stretching his arms out to gesture at the place.
"Your lair," Nyx snorted, "who has lairs anymore?"
"Villains," Valentine smiled, cocking his head to the side.
"You're not wrong," Nyx shrugged, going through different scenarios in her head, all of which ended in Valentine standing over her dead body.
"You know you're not supposed to be awake yet, I haven't yet finished readying the lab," Valentine tutted, shaking his head as if to shame her. She furrowed her eyebrows, about to question him when she felt a hand land on her shoulder. Immediately, she grabbed the hand and twisted it, flipping the person over her shoulder expertly. She fought two more men before she was overwhelmed, her vision blurring.
Someone slammed his fist into her injured side, which caused her to gasp out and fall to her knees, her head lowered . Someone kneeled in front of her, it was Valentine. He grabbed her chin and lifted her head up, forcing her green-blue yes to meet with his black ones.
"Your mother may have taken you away before I could finish my experiments, but mark my words, I will finish what I started, and then," he grinned, showing rows of straight teeth, "then you'll be perfect."
This chapter is shorter than normal- I think- so I apologize for that! I need your opinion on something guys. Should I publish a fan-fiction that is based off of:
1. Harry Potter
2. Avengers (You should know by now that I'm obsessed)
3. Legends of Tomorrow
4. The Flash
5. X-Men
6. The Vampire Diaries
7. Teen Wolf
Please comment on which one you'd like me to publish and dive into once I'm done with this one. I haven't forgotten about Natalie Romanoff (Shadow Walker) or Selene (Agents of Shield), I just like to work in various books to keep my interest intact- it's part of the reason I haven't been updating much, as I have been writing chapters of stories I have yet to publish.
Anyway, hope you liked this chapter! Until next time.
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Bloodshed || Shadowhunters
FanfictionNyx Fray, older sister of Clary Fray, stubborn, quiet, a soldier who takes her job very seriously. She rarely smiles and is very protective over her little sister. When both girls get thrown into the shadowworld, anger steams out, tears fall and smi...